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Blood stains on the carpet
blood stains on my hands
drag her toward the kitchen
hide the evidence
Oh the toil a lie can bring
that quitters never know
but lies can be the perfect things
if they never show
The crisis that posed a question
just beneath the skin
the virtue in my veins replied
that quitters never win
she almost ruined everything
